Her lips twist into a worried grimace at that. There are a few different scenarios she's imagining, and none of them are particularly good.

"There are certainly worse fae," she admits, though her voice is showing her concern. With Zangetsu's help, most of the disrobing is already done, and he can keep whatever little shiny bits he likes as far as she's concerned. God, this corpse looks awful. What little resemblance it has to Strange's usually cute face just comes across as unfortunate.

"I'm going to radio Lambert and see what's going on. I'd really rather just get the carnival out of here, and they are the last team to return."

She takes out her personal radio, briefly turning her back to Zangetsu and the body so that she can speak. She dials in Lambert's personal frequency.

"Lambert, where are you? Zangetsu returned with Strange and we need to leave immediately."

She sounds more than a little impatient.